InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lolita: Sesshomaru and Rin ❯ Confrontation ( Chapter 20 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The day that I left Lolita, I cried for what felt like the first time in my life since I was a little boy. A single, lone tear escaped my eye and I hated myself for it. It was a disgusting sign of weakness that I loathed.

I kept Rin's story in mind and left to find Onigumo, but my car got stuck in a muddy ditch. So I waded four miles back to a roadside farm, waited, and a wrecker dragged my car out and I navigated back to the highway. I traveled until I got tired and pulled over in a random town to drink.

Wearily, I recalled the time when I met a priest in Quebec. He would sit and discuss the nature of sin with me to great lengths. I recalled his words, trying to comfort my conscience but found it impossible. How could my conscience rest now, when a maniac had robbed Rin of her childhood?

Sitting there in the downpour of rain in my car, I realized that because I was blinded by my lust for her, I never got a chance to get to know the person that Rin was behind the image of Lolita.

Lolita.

There may never have been a Lolita if I had never been drawn to a certain pre-teen girl. And that girl would have went on to live a normal life, and never had to endure the pain that I inflicted on her.

Lo-no, Rin. Rin, I remember that one time in Beardsley, you were watching one of the girls from school talk about school with her father. You remarked that the most terrible thing about dying is that from then on, you are completely on your own. Then I realized that while I had practically memorized your body, your smile and adorable qualities, I didn't know a single thing about your mind, your worries, your beliefs, or your fears.

Once one of your friends' fathers honked outside to signal that he'd come to pick his child up, and I invited him inside. Your friend drew closer to her father and perched on his knee, a simple platonic show of affection, and put her arms around her father's neck. You smiled at them while peeling some sort of fruit, but after seeing that you dropped the knife. After witnessing the ordinary, normal affection between parent and child, you burst into tears and ran out of the room, knowing that this is what you were robbed of.

You must miss your mother.

Even though you bickered and argued, your relationship with Sara was much more preferable to the life that you had with me.

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I returned to Ramsdale to visit the house that I used to live in with Sara. It was now occupied by a new family with a nymphet daughter. She was around nine or ten, and I paid her a compliment as I noticed her while she was playing the piano. All I said was that she had nice eyes, but she retreated and a man that that I presumed to be her father came out and glared at me.

At one point in my life, that would've angered me and I would have confronted him, but this time I just ignored him and left.

Then I drove to the downtown hotel where I had arrived around five years before, checked in and bathed. Going outside and sitting at the barroom, I noted that the hotel hadn't changed one bit. I reminisced on the days that I shared with Sara and walked towards the lobby when suddenly, one of the women that were passing me by shouted my name in recognition. I made pointless conversation with her just to humor her and then went down to Totosai's office, which was only two blocks down from the hotel.

"Ah, Sesshomaru. I thought you were in California." He tried to shake my hand but I ignored him. "You used to live in Bearsley, right? My daughter just entered Beardsley College, you know."

After taking care of some legal business, I went to go see Onigumo, pretending to need dental work. However, my teeth were in perfect condition, so I told him that I wanted to have all my teeth removed in order to alleviate facial neuralgia.

"Isn't that nephew of yours famous?" I said. "Where is he now?"

"I haven't spoken with Naraku in ages." He scratched his head. "But I think he should still be in Grimm Road on Pavor Manor, in Parkington in that house of his. But anyway, the operation will cost you around six hundred. Let me take mea-"

"-No, I changed my mind." I stopped him. "There is a better dentist that I'd like to see."

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I immediately went home to find my gun. After acquiring directions to Grimm Road from a gas station attendant in Parkington, I found the wooden house and yet could not enter the house. I didn't have a plan, but I knew where he was, and I returned the next morning, my mind set.

Silence greeted me when I rang the doorbell. I knocked on the door; once again, silence. Frustrated, I simply pushed the front door open, and then closed it behind me softly. His house was like a maze with countless rooms that I stumbled into, trying to find my way. Finally he emerged from a bathroom, wearing his pajamas.

"Who are you?" He surveyed me, looking me up and down, smirking. "Don't you think it's rather rude to barge in my house without even knocking?"

I cocked my eyebrow. He knew who I was-the smile on his face said it all. "Do you remember a little girl? A girl named Rin?"

"Rin...? Rin, let's see, Rin." His eyes rolled to the ceiling as he tapped his chin in thought. "Maybe. Who cares?"

"I do. I happen to be her father, and she was my child."

He shook his head, sending locks of oily black hair flying around him. "I'm sorry, I don't recall. I'm actually very fond of children, and-" His eyes drifted to the weapon in my pocket. "Now that's a nice little gun you have."

"Naraku, you will die soon." I declared.

He wasn't listening. "-I'd like a smoke, now I need matches. Do you happen to have any matches on you?"

"You had your last smoke yesterday."

Having had enough, I pointed my gun at his foot and pulled the trigger as a warning shot.

He looked back and forth from the gun to his foot, eyes widened. "You need to be more careful with that thing! Here, give it to me."

The fool reached for the gun, and I pushed him back into the chair. "Why did you kidnap Rin?"

"I did not kidnap her. Look at you." He sneered. "I saved her from a monstrous pervert. It was a mistake anyway; I didn't have any fun with your little girl."

Naraku tackled me, I lost hold on the pistol and it went flying over us and landed under a chest of drawers. I shoved him back into his chair, but he rose again and tackled me while I tried to reach the gun. We wrestled on the floor, rolling all over each other like monkeys, but at last I regained possession of my gun and pinned Naraku down on his chair, hovering over him with the pistol to his face.

"Now look. You weren't an ideal stepfather to say the least, and I didn't force Rin to join me." he said. "She wanted a happier home. That was all, and you're making a big deal out of nothing. Now stop pointing your gun at me. We're both at the top of our games, and it'd be ridiculous to lose all of that over nothing. What do you want? Money? Porn? I'll give it to you. I have a fucking three-breasted woman for crying out loud, you can have it all!"

I fired the gun again and hit the back of the rocking chair. Naraku took advantage of my distraction and ran into the music room and shut the door behind him. I did not have a key. As if to mock me, he played a little bit of piano, and then I realized that there was a key stuck in the lock. I shot him again on the side.

The music stopped abruptly as he threw his head back, crying out in pain. He clutched his side and scurried out into the hall, making me chase him to the front door. I fired at him three or four times as he walked up the steps, making him howl with every gunshot. He refused to die! Naraku still tried to escape, trudging around while bleeding, trying to find some way out. I fired one last bullet to his head.

We were in the bedroom. Even after this, he moved. Naraku wrapped himself up in bedsheets and lay back like he had created some sort of deathbed for himself.

Then at last he was quiet.

I did not feel at peace; instead, I felt even more burdened than before and I realized that I had better get out of there as soon as I could.

As I left, I saw people in the drawing room downstairs. They had been cheerfully socializing and drinking the whole time.

"Hey." I stopped to talk to them on my way out. "I just killed Naraku."

"That's great for you. Now get out." They didn't believe me.